Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land, to spare the sands, the seas, the skies, I offer thee this silent sacrifice.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3535 | 2023-06-17 12:25:21 | 80.57 | 100% |
| 3170 | 2021-01-25 23:43:12 | 73.95 | 100% |